My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day Chapter 78 – Chapter 78: 078, do you have to try so hard?

Chapter 78: 078, do you have to try so hard?

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“Is your bracelet made of emeralds?” Mo Weiyi started chatting again, “So beautiful, it must be worth millions, right?”

“That expensive!” Su Wanwan exclaimed, glancing at Huo Jingshen in shock.

Wow, Granny Huo is really generous!

She had thought that since the bracelet was a family heirloom, it must be worth several hundred thousand, so she didn't dare to wear it after receiving it, afraid of accidentally damaging it. But it was actually worth millions?

“This is expensive? Your necklace is even more so!” Mo Weiyi spoke confidently, “Tck tck tck, top-grade ice jadeite, your Huo grandpa must've bought it from the black market, right? I have one too. I heard this kind costs tens of millions, and it's priceless.”

But she rarely wore the jadeite necklace her mother left her as a memento…

As Mo Weiyi thought this, she couldn't resist casting a look at Huo Jingshen, who had maintained an indifferent expression since he walked in.

Suddenly it seemed.

Uh, Boss Huo seemed to spoil his wife more than Xiao Yebai, actually buying baby Wanwan such an expensive jadeite necklace.

Yingyingying.

Mo Weiyi felt a bit of psychological imbalance.

Why did Xiao Yebai never take the initiative to give her gifts?

He totally lacks romance!

Every time she had to say what she wanted before Xiao Yebai would go buy it, and it was basically always the same kinds of jewelry pieces.

No surprises at all!

Women are like this, a tiny bit of comparison can easily lead to wild thoughts, even being overly critical of their own men.

So Mo Weiyi immediately started bombarding Xiao Yebai with messages on her phone.

The newlyweds were coming over to propose a toast at this time.

First, it was a few relatives from the Xing family, then the aunt and uncle, and then it was Huo Jingshen.

Everyone knew that Old Master Huo's health hadn't been well in recent years, and presumably, Huo Jingshen was here to represent the Huo Family at this wedding banquet.

Su Yanyan didn't dare to be negligent. As for Qiao Zixin, the bridesmaid behind her, she had been eager to try.

Today's occasion was formal, and Huo Jingshen was also properly dressed in a well-pressed white dress shirt with an erect collar, fitted black suit trousers, and immaculate black leather shoes. From head to toe, he was meticulously groomed, clean and dust-free.

When he made his entrance just now, Qiao Zixin felt that all the women at the event were eyeing him like tigers.

Without a doubt, Huo Jingshen was the most dazzling and outstanding man there today, bar none!

She picked up the little glass of wine from the tray, wanting to offer it to him, but Xing Yuyun intercepted it midway and proposed a toast to Huo Jingshen.

Huo Jingshen picked up the glass of wine in front of him, slightly nodded his head, and gracefully finished the small glass of white wine.

Qiao Zixin felt somewhat disappointed, but beholding his impeccably handsome features, her infatuation quickly vanquished any unwelcome feelings.

She felt a different sensation this time.

Huo Jingshen was thirty this year, undoubtedly the most charismatic age for a man.

He was the successor to the Huo family, and was currently the top man in Nancheng, yet he had no airs about him, even his mannerisms when toasting felt warm and courteous, polite, but not overly friendly, exuding a mild sense of distance.

It was like… a low-profile dominance!

With a dazed look in her eyes, how sweet was it to look on at nothing but him, as Qiao Zixin completely forgot her surroundings.

“My sister, you're so beautiful today.” Su Yanyan cooed sweetly.

Su Wanwan gave a faint smile, “You're also very beautiful today, it's just this dress…”

Her gaze lowered, scanning over it, “It seems a little ill-fitting.”

Even if Su Yanyan was only eighteen years old, her figure was truly somewhat too developed.

It was always overwhelmingly exaggerated whenever she saw her.

It clashed too much with her petite, peaceful appearance.

Today's dress was a type of elegant and luxurious modernized Chinese cheongsam, its orange fabric adorned with various embroidered phoenix patterns.

While the dress was beautiful in itself, Su Yanyan's demeanor was rather unsuited to such opulence. The white pearl necklace on her was also too extravagant, it didn't match her at all.

Even if Su Wanwan was not well-versed in fashion, she could still see something amiss.

Because the cheongsam was practically strangling her, excessively tight, it looked like it could burst at the seams with a slight mishap.

Did she have to try so hard?

Was the stylist this unprofessional?

Who on earth would wear an ill-fitting dress on her wedding day?

Su Yanyan had already switched to a wine glass at this point.

At her hint, Xing Siqing hurriedly picked up the red wine and filled her glass to the brim, it was so full that the wine could overflow any moment.

Su Yanyan was looking at Su Wenwen.

You said my dress doesn't fit me?

Heh heh.

A glint flickered in her eyes.

If this glass of red wine, was spilled on your graceful, well-fitting dress, and then soaked in, sticking to it…

Wouldn't that make it even tighter on you then?

She slowly approached with the glass of wine in her hand.

Just as she was about to clink glasses with Su Wenwen, suddenly, she jarred her wrist forward.

Just at the crucial moment, a man's hand suddenly appeared before her.

Simultaneously, Su Wanwan was pulled away by Huo Jingshen.

“Ah!”

Su Yanyan's scream instantly filled the entire wedding venue.

All of the red wine in the glass had been splashed onto her!

Since she was larger than Su Wanwan, Su Yanyan had struggled to fit into this dress—the sleeves and hem were somewhat long, but the top was too tight.

So, she had intentionally paired it with a lightweight undergarment, the fabric was extremely flimsy, just a thin layer of lace without any padding.

But she could not have imagined that the dress would be soaked through and stained with wine at this moment, the fabric instantaneously turning transparent….

“My god!” Someone exclaimed, “The bride had a wardrobe malfunction!”

“Is the bride going commando?”

“We can see it! We can see it!”

“Quick grab a photo!”

Jiang Yi was the first to react, hurriedly yelling, “No photos! No photos!”

On one side, Mo Weiyi's cat-like eyes bugged out even more.

What on earth was Su Yanyan trying to do?

Was she that desperate?

Presenting a show in front of everyone like that?

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